She? A sworn single.
He? THE play boy.
Relationship? Her boss.
Affairs? Shared.
Secrets? Many.
Walks into the office. "Good morning" is exchanged. Eyes lock.
Preparing coffee in the office. "Good morning" is said. Eyes lock.
Feels the air. Looks around. They are alone.
Keeps staring. Sipping coffee without braking eye contact.
Thoughts are passing the mind. Will there be words?
The fantasy has already played once. The same every time.
A kiss is wanted. Forbidden.
Kisses are exchanged mentally. Multiple times, multiple places.
"To go to my desk or stay?" a passing thought.
Picking up some more sugar to add to the tension.
"Damn this meeting", second thought. "How are you?" is asked.
"Very well, thank you", comes the reply.
Coffee is prepared.
"You?"
Coffee brews, sugar is added. "I 'm good. Good"
Leaves.
